Os princípios verdadeiros podem ser bem diferentes dos nossos ...

Os princípios verdadeiros pelos quais devemos viver podem ser bem divergentes dos que cremos, podendo ser sofismas inventados pelos homens: sombras da verdade ou fragmentos dela.
A identidade do homem é construída por meio de certos contextos sociais, culturais e históricos, porém o Eterno está no contexto da humanidade absolutamente. Quando atinamos com isso, passamos da morte para a vida.
Nesta página poderemos refletir e argumentar, para descobrirmos se estamos vivendo a VERDADE, essa que é absoluta e que não depende de quaisquer pontos de vista.







"Não deixe portas entreabertas. Escancare-as ou bata-as de vez. Pelos vãos, brechas e fendas passam apenas semiventos, meias verdades e muita insensatez."
Cecília Meireles

Vivemos eternamente adquirindo convicções novas e num eterno trabalho de reeducação de nós mesmos.
Mário de Andrade

quarta-feira, 4 de maio de 2011

Steeple Song



I don't care how many buses you own
Or the size of your sanctuary
It doesn't matter how steep your steeple is
If it's sittin' on a cemetery
I don't care if you pave your parking lot
Or put pads upon your pews
What good is picture perfect stage
If you're missin' all the cues?

I don't care if your pastor's super-powered
And your program's always new
What you need is love and truth
And men are going to come to you
It doesn't matter that you know the Bible
If it's all just in your head
The thing I need to ask you is
Have you done the things I said?

Do you love your wife?
For her and for your children
Are you layin' down your life?
What about the others?
Are you livin' as a servant to
Your sisters and your brothers?
Do you make the poor man beg you for a bone?
Do the widow and the orphan cry alone?

I don't care if you pray for miracles
I don't care if you speak with tongues
I don't care if you said you love Me
In every song you've sung
It doesn't matter that your sacrifice of praise
Is loud enough to raise the dead
The thing I need to ask you is
Have you done the things I said?

Repeat Chorus

Lord, when were You a prisoner
That we did not come to You?
When was it that we saw You sick
That we didn't follow through
Every time you turned your head
And pretended not to see
When you did it not to the least of these
You did it not to Me

Do you love your wife?
With all you've got inside you
Are you layin' down your life?
What about the others?
Are you living as a servant
To your sisters and your brothers?
Do you make the poor man beg you for a bone?
Do the widow and the orphan cry alone?

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